Audacity (Seraph) by Elodie Hart

Author:Elodie Hart [Hart, Elodie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alchemy Publishing Ltd
Published: 2025-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 27

Athena

What do you get when you cross a group of thirsty Seraphim with a platinum Amex?

A very large cocktail bill.

At least that’s the way it’s looking.

It’s my turn to fund the Seraph drinks this evening. As the latest of this highest order of angels to start a new job, I’m putting my generous sign-on bonus to good use behind the bar of the new and sinfully decadent Bar Noir at the Montague Hotel in Knightsbridge.

‘When the Clase Azul is flowing on someone else’s dime, the Seraphim flock,’ I observe. ‘It’s busier than the gates of heaven tonight.’

In reality, I couldn’t give a shit about the bar tab. It’s Friday night, and I’m with some of my favourite women in the world. My friend Sophia has even flown in from Monaco for the occasion. She calls our monthly drinks essential self-care.

‘St Peter must be lonely tonight,’ she muses. ‘I wonder if he ever resorts to his own hand.’

I shake my head. ‘You’re dreadful. How did you get out of work early, anyway?’

‘Thad fucked me over lunch for good measure and then helicoptered me to Nice so I could catch his PJ over. You know me, I’m all about efficiency. Yamas.’

‘Yamas,’ I say, holding up my shot of Clase Azul in response. We clink carefully and then down our drinks. Tequila this excellent requires no accoutrements.

Soph is Greek-born but was educated primarily in the UK and US. The daughter of a prominent shipping family, she works for another Greek shipping magnate, Thaddeus Karavitis, and spends most of her time with him between Athens, Montenegro and Monaco. Karavitis may be in his early sixties, but he’s arguably the kinkiest bastard of any Seraph client. God knows, he works Soph hard, and God knows, she bloody loves it. He may have a wife and four kids, but she’s more like a paid mistress than an EA, from what I can tell.

The lifestyle seems to suit her. She’s a lush beauty, all huge black doe eyes and pouty lips and incredible tits.

‘Nice.’ I tell her. I lean in and sniff her neck. ‘You still reek of sex, you dirty bitch.’

She throws her head back and cackles delightedly, earning amused glances from the rest of our little group. They all know what she’s like.

‘You know it. I just had time to spritz some perfume on before I got on the chopper. He’s fucking insatiable. That man pops little blue pills like they’re Skittles.’

‘I bet he can’t keep his hands off you. And you’re indecently tanned for January,’ I say, looking her over. She could never in a million years be accused of looking slutty, but her wardrobe is definitely more flamboyant than mine. It makes sense, given her jet setting lifestyle, that she’s less about demure Max Mara and more about the fun brands: Dolce. Cavalli. Versace.

‘Thad and I went sailing in the BVIs for a week after Christmas,’ she confesses. ‘I was topless or nude on the yacht most of the time. He likes me tanned.

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